Long and winding,
It leads up beyond the blue.
She looks from her circumstance binding.
There was something more, she knew.

Laying in bed,
She dreams of the day
When all in her heart and head
Would be displayed.

Sleeping soundly,
The vision came in a beautiful flood.
The image touched her profoundly,
Upward did her eyes look. 

A staircase winding up into the clouds,
It’s massive structure made of gold.
Here senses aroused
At the beauty she did behold.

Though she longed to see
The top of the staircase,
She knew and so believed
That it was His grace.

She smiled at the sight,
A promise to get her through.
It was the staircase, and by the power of His might,
That would bring her to her Truth.